The intense internal energy surged madly in Darryl’ s body!
Marcus’s heart trembled. Even though he was a Level Three Martial Saint, he was suffocated by Darryl’s breath of aura!
“Master, I was wrong! I was wrong…” Marcus pleaded repeatedly and kowtowed to Darryl. He believed what the man had said. He could sense the terrifying aura from Darryl’s body.
Darryl took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, I’ll trust you this time, but the next time, I won’t let you off so easily.”
Darryl waved his hand. “Very well, you may leave now.”
Darryl had wanted to kill Marcus.
However, it was better not to cause trouble in a new place. The most important thing was to find a way to leave the continent quickly. Cheryl, Marcus’s fiancée, had a vast network of contacts; there must be a way for Darryl to leave.
Marcus felt as if he had been given a pardon; he nodded in gratitude. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for your mercy…” Then he left the room dejectedly.
Darryl shook his head and exhaled. He closed the door and continued to meditate.
The next afternoon…
The Wealth Dance Hall’s first-floor lobby was lively; everyone was excited to be there.
It was the day for Cheryl’s new song. People from all walks of life were at the event—not only the VIPs, but there were also people from the four major sects.
Besides that, Hai City’s reporters were also there gathered. They took pictures and recorded their beautiful moments with Cheryl.
Darryl, as Cheryl’s master, was given the VIP seat.
Those in the VIP seats were no ordinary people.
Darryl realized that most of the guests were rich— they wore silk gowns that were similar to the Tang dynasty styles. Some were also in old fashioned western suits. They all appeared wealthy.
Darryl’s gaze fell on an old man not far away as he looked around.
The old man carried a feather fan and silk scarf; he looked knowledgeable and elegant. He was not weak; he was probably a Level Four Martial Saint. There were many people around him, and they tried their best to please him.
However, the old man was a proud man.
“Mister, the old man is called Simon Crescent, and he is an elder from the Artemis Sect. Even though he is not particularly strong, he is proficient in all kinds of skills such as the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He has a high status in the Artemis Sect,” Jewel whispered.
Darryl nodded silently.
All the guests had arrived, and Cheryl walked out from backstage with a smile on her face.
Wow!